It can not be Let’s be friendsLet’s hang outLet’s get high and read our horoscopes and then mosey down to a book store where you go find… Read more “Belmont Park Street Jesus”
Tag: boys
FoFos and Himbos
He’s good enough I say and I love dark skin by the wayI love black guysSome from Africa and some from islandsand some from homeand they look… Read more “FoFos and Himbos”
Zombie Cicadas in the Morning
You know a kid can pick up a yo-yo and make it respond. A person who practices can make a yo-yo dance. But then there are folks… Read more “Zombie Cicadas in the Morning”
Flattening Curves
What you meant to say was that you really didn’t give a fuck but all you could come up with was that you didn’t have the strength… Read more “Flattening Curves”
Mon traité avec le monstre que j’aime
I don’t need another proving ground I have several. You don’t need another mistress type you have access to plenty of them, I’m sure. You don’t really… Read more “Mon traité avec le monstre que j’aime”
Manifesting Mental CONstructs of Men
The man I love is dead. I kill him over and over again anytime there is a chance that I might kiss you one more time, because… Read more “Manifesting Mental CONstructs of Men”
Flashing Check Engine Light
They lie to me because I call them sweetie yet I’m always stopping at hotels close to that one that says shit like come see me and… Read more “Flashing Check Engine Light”
Wrong Rates and Residuals
I’ve never even stopped to consider whether or not I’m wrong Maybe it’s not decided undeniably that you’re worth as much as I’m paying. Maybe you ain’t… Read more “Wrong Rates and Residuals”
Mother Nature is Single 2
At the end of everything One second before history is history and there’s no more you and me I’ll remember all of it The good parts, the… Read more “Mother Nature is Single 2”
The gold that survived the dumpster fire
My lips are the best thing that you have ever tasted. You know you aint going nowhere, boy. So when I say good morning you filthy piece… Read more “The gold that survived the dumpster fire”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 